Mary Lee Poem by Franklin Spriggs

An old man at a corner,
His cane shaking beneath his hand,
Looked at me with wanting eyes,
Can you help me please young man.

Yes dear one I can help you,
His legs wobbling to his feet,
I can't get around like I use to,
Could you help me across this street.

I must reach the other side,
There is someone I must see,
A beautiful lady that I know,
By the name of Mary Lee.

As I helped him across the street,
He thanked me once or twice,
He said, love is the most important thing,
In everybody's life.

Just a little farther my son,
Then you will plainly see,
This lady that I speak of,
This woman named Mary Lee.

We entered through an old iron gate,
Up to a very little stone,
His crackled voice spoke these words,
Soon I will be coming home.

This lovely lady resting here,
Was the joy of my life,
Shortly I will be beside of her,
This lady, this woman, my wife.

Again I thank you son,
For the kindness you have shown,
Soon I am to be laid at rest,
So Mary Lee is not alone.

God bless and keep you my son,
You have been very kind and sweet,
And thank you so very much,
For helping me across the street.

Author
Franklin Spriggs
August 21,2008